it's the first day of winter
but the cold killed my flowers long before
i'm dreaming of a white Christmas
and expressing my sexual frustrations
hesitations, and fantasies
the taste of the lips i wish to savor
the palette of beauty to enshrine
your eyes, as epic as they are guarded
showcase an intricate dance
as they turn away
the dreams are false
the house is empty
and the mattress is hard
little boy blue masturbates
temptation, satisfaction
companionship
i could never be as
wonderously fabricated as they
my love is deep but too indirect
for your immidiate hollow call
i bought a star
and named it after you
but you don't like having me around
so you broke my telescope
why be kind when i'm disregarded so?
he fires a rifle through my soul
from the confides of your secret garden
he's got all the petty devices
and your celestial kiss
he has all the treasured relics
undeserving as he may be
while i'm stranded in the painted black
my lips hungry but verbose
solitary expansion
and lyrical experimentation
this invincibility has become exhausted
won't someone please tell me
that my poetry sucks? |
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